Brush up the favorability and turn the heroines into bosses

"That's the result of publicity. You also know that there are rich women who want to support me."

"Haha, but Mr. Blacklet is a very ambitious person, and you have your own persistence."

Silas smiled gently. At this moment, he didn't look like the kind of man who would kneel at the feet of a rich woman and stick out his tongue.

His words have other meanings.

Blacklett took a deep look at the handsome half-elf man and said nothing.

"Then I look forward to seeing you next time, Mr. Hewlett."

Silas was very tactful and took the initiative to end the awkward conversation.

But when he stood up and left his seat, Silas said something else.

"Oh, by the way, the 'Auckland Blessing Flower Show' was not founded by the Duchess. It was originally a festival for the elves and half-bloods. It is a very important festival for the elves."

A festival for half-elfs?

Blacklett looked up at Silas, who responded with a smile and left the banquet.

Looking at the backs of Silas and several handsome half-elf men leaving from the side door, Blacklett was thoughtful.

Therefore, the "Blessing Flower Show" is not a festival founded by the Duchess, but a festival for the elf half-bloods. Then, are the black buds that give me a bad feeling related to the elf half-bloods?

Blacklett took a look at the male favorites who left with Silas. He didn't know when the expressions on their heads changed from "sympathy" to "hostility".

Hostility? Hostility towards whom? Hostility towards me because I will steal your jobs? Hostility towards me because I will steal the Duchess' feet?

Blacklett shook his head, a sarcastic smile on his face.

…the road to the back garden.

"Are we going to kill him? The potion master named Blacklet."

A male favorite asked Silas in a low voice, and the other male favorites beside him had the same expression.

Looking at the people around him, Silas pondered for a moment and shook his head.

"Don't worry, let's not rush for now. The potion master named Blacklet may be useful to us."

"But he has a close relationship with Baron Weiss, and he is also the one favored by the Duchess. He is the most talented potion master in Auckland City, and he also hindered our attack."

Another male favorite clenched his fist and spewed out a series of Blacklet's identities, with hatred on his face.

"Yes, if he hadn't used some strange potion that time, we would have been able to completely occupy that block."

"It is because of his obstruction that our plan is progressing so slowly."

"If that had been successful, it would have definitely stopped the 'Blessing Flower Show'."

"We still don't know what kind of potion that Blacklett used. He might hinder us next time."

"Besides, this guy may continue to hinder us. It is safer to kill him. This way, Oakland City will lose the help of its most talented potion master."

"..."

The other half-elfs seemed to have reached a consensus that they did not trust each other.

Silas did not rush to draw conclusions. He glanced at his companions in front of him and uttered slowly.

"Are you confident that you can kill the Duchess? With your power, how confident are you that you can stop the 'Blessing Flower Show'?"

These words poured a bucket of cold water on the elf half-bloods who were just filled with righteous indignation.

The Duchess is at stage six and possesses unquestionably powerful magical powers, which is why the Duchess can rule the city of Auckland.

Among them, Silas has the highest magic power, but he is only at stage four.

Although this group of male favorites tried their best to improve their strength, most of them were only at stage three.

"We are numerous, and there are hundreds of our fellow tribesmen who know the truth."

"Even if it means risking my life, I will fight the Duchess."

"Silas, are you afraid of death?!"

"Don't forget the humiliation we suffered at the hands of the Duchess and our dead compatriots! Silas!"

Faced with his companions who were starting to get carried away again, Silas shook his head with a wry smile.

He raised his head and looked at the gloomy night sky.

Silas walked into the garden and put his hand on the grass.

"Our own lives don't matter. We can endure the humiliation and become the Duchess's plaything, but I don't want my sister to become the Duchess's nourishment."

All Silas saw was a box pulled out from the grass.

He opened the box to reveal a folded bow and cloak, a mask, and several bottles of potions.

Bending down to pick up the mask and cloak inside, Silas glanced at his companions in front of him, his tone low and firm.

"I don't want my family to become the livestock raised by the Duchess, because we must successfully stop the 'Blessing Flower Show' at all costs. This time our goal is to find a way to stop the 'Blessing Flower Show' from being held."

"It's hard for us to defeat the Duchess right now, but we can take action against those nobles. As long as the nobles are afraid of us, they will oppose the holding of the 'Blessing Flower Show'."

"As long as the 'Blessing Flower Show' can be extended for one more day, we will have one more day of hope and be able to think of a way to defeat the Duchess. This attack on the noble dinner is also a test for the Duchess."

"Remember, don't attack Blacklett. His potion may be able to help us fight the Duchess."

"Some of us will surely die tonight, but this is all to protect our people and families. Let the pain and disaster end in our hands."

Silas distributed the masks and cloaks in his hands to his companions. His eyes and words calmed down the other elf half-bloods.

At this time, these male favorites who usually could only curl up at the Duchess's feet undoubtedly turned into tough warriors.

All the half-elfs put on cloaks to cover their gorgeous clothes. They looked at each other and picked up the masks in their hands and were about to put them on their faces.

Suddenly, the alarm sounded.

Chapter 99: No one knows Weilin better than Blackletter

The alarm sounded, and Silas and the elf half-bloods looked at each other, both of them a little confused.

They haven't started yet, so why is the alarm going off?

Were the companions outside discovered? Or were they discovered? When Silas and the others fell into panic, the alarm suddenly stopped.

"What happened? Silas?"

An elf half-blood looked at the leader, Silas, and so did the other elf half-bloods.

At this time, they thought that Silas might have some plan that he had not told them, but Silas responded to them with an equally puzzled expression.

"No, I don't know. Anyway, let's see what the situation is."

Although he didn't know what happened, there must have been something wrong at the dinner, so Silas decided to be cautious and careful.

In short, he decided to wait and see what happens.

The other half-elfs also agreed. They temporarily put down the masks and windbreakers in their hands, buried the things back in the grass, and walked out of the garden in a group.

When Silas and the elf half-bloods were about to return to the banquet venue, they happened to see the lord's servants walking towards the venue with a person.

It seemed that the alarm just now was not because they were discovered, which made Silas and the elf half-bloods feel relieved.

However, when Silas saw the other person's light green hair and profile, his heartbeat, which had just calmed down, suddenly jumped again.

"Velin!? Didn't I tell her to continue hiding in the forest? Why is she here!?"

Silas called out the other party's name, and the faces of the elf half-bloods changed when they heard the name.

There is some joy, but also some panic.

The other party shouldn't appear at this time, or at least should wait until they kill the Duchess.

"It's Weilin? What should we do? Silas, should we take action? Go and snatch her away?"

"That's right, we must not let Weilin fall into the hands of the Duchess."

"Silas! We can't wait any longer!"

"Weilin is not only your sister, but also our sister, and the hope of our fellow tribesmen!"

The half-elfs stood in the corner, scanning the entire venue and urging Silas.

It was Weilin who triggered the alarm just now. This was undoubtedly the worst news.

They knew very well the identity of Weilin, and also understood how important Weilin was to them, the half-elfs. Even if they all died here, they had to rescue Weilin.

"No, wait, something is wrong. Weilin shouldn't have been brought to this banquet venue. If she was considered one of us, she should have been taken to the basement."

Silas's face was shrouded in gloom, and he spoke with a trembling voice.

He was more worried than anyone else, and he wanted to rescue Weilin more than anyone else. After all, he was Weilin's brother.

However, Silas still endured it, suppressed his inner impulse and decided to act calmly.

"But, if..."

Just as the half-elf had not yet finished speaking, they saw the servants of the lord's house actually walk up to Blacklet and bring Blacklet to Weilin.

Then, the servants just left.

Weilin was being touched on the head and pinched on the ears by Heilite. Weilin seemed to be refuting something, but the relationship between the two seemed very close.

"It turns out that Blacklet cannot be kept alive, so let's just kill him!"

Silas's face was extremely gloomy, and he was ready to rush out and fight with Blacklett.

But this time it was the elf half-bloods' turn to stop Silas and persuade him to calm down.

"Didn't you just say you wanted to keep Blacklet? You said he might be useful."

"I understand how you feel. If my daughter fell in love with someone else, I would also be angry, but Silas, you can't be impulsive now."

"That's right. If we rush forward now, we will be exposed and put Weilin in danger."

"Just bear with it. Weilin has grown up and will get married sooner or later."

The elf half-bloods talked to each other, covered Silas' mouth and pressed him to the ground.

Silas couldn't make a sound, and he didn't want to hurt his companions by resisting. Helplessly, he could only watch the sister he raised being intimate with another man.

"Who told you to run so fast! If you were slower, I wouldn't have to come in here! Who wants to attend such a disgusting party?"